175: Chapter 173 Ten against one, how do you expect to win?
The Boundary Sea was pitch black and devoid of light.
Void storms swept past his side.
Lin Mo slowly reached into his pocket, rummaged around casually for a moment, and then tossed something out.
"Clang!"
A loud crash echoed as it landed.
A giant metal torture chair slammed into the galaxy.
The back of the chair was towering, covered from top to bottom in chilling barbs, with dark gold chains wrapped around the armrests and legs; just one look at it would make an ordinary professional's scalp tingle.
It was none other than the causality-law artifact that General Gu Sha, the vanguard general of the Tali Tribe, was most proud of.
The world-splitting lock.
This thing could increase the Tali Tribe's attack frequency, and it was just the right time to bring it out.
Lin Mo brushed the dust off his hem, turned and walked over, sat his butt down on the chair, and crossed his legs.
He leaned back, comfortably pressing against the backrest.
His posture was lazy.
Inside the bridge of the opposing flagship, hundreds of high-ranking alien generals were stunned.
The screen image was synchronized to the entire army, and three billion soldiers were simultaneously dumbfounded.
The air fell into a brief, dead silence.
Adjutant Gu Ming rubbed his eyes, stared at the screen to identify it carefully, then suddenly turned his head and shouted at the commander:
"Commander! That thing is our Third Fleet's treasure! How did it end up over there?"
Everyone finally snapped back to reality.
Their own super weapon was being used as a recliner by the enemy.
A one-eyed adjutant stared at the screen for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered.
"This kid must be scared silly."
He spoke loudly, as if he had finally found a reasonable explanation.
"Knowing he can't fly away, he just decided to sit on the torture device himself, waiting to apologize and accept punishment?"
The surrounding commanders heard this and immediately felt it made a lot of sense.
"Haha, he's got some sense."
"Natives are just natives; it's normal for his knees to go weak when he sees our army of three billion."
"Since he's willing to submit to execution, it saves us the trouble."
The public frequency microphone was still on.
These words were transmitted, word for word, into Lin Mo's ears.
Lin Mo picked his ear and blew the dust off his fingertip.
He lifted his eyelids and glanced at the fleet that blocked out the sky and sun.
"Enough nonsense."
Lin Mo said lazily.
"Hurry up and make your move."
"If I don't get slashed for a day, my whole body feels uncomfortable."
The one-eyed adjutant's face turned black on the spot.
"Arrogant!"
He slapped the armrest, gritted his teeth, and cursed:
"I thought you were truly kneeling in submission, but I didn't expect you to dare to make fun of us!"
"You're courting death!"
Countless Tali Tribe soldiers were also enraged.
Spears were raised.
Laser gun barrels turned.
Countless gun barrels locked onto Lin Mo at the same moment.
Killing intent gathered into a red tide, rolling between the fleets.
Adjutant Gu Ming immediately stepped forward to request orders.
"Commander!"
Fierce light flared in his eyes.
"Since he sat in the world-splitting lock himself, why don't we just take back control authority?"
"And slice this arrogant kid into a thousand pieces!"
They knew too well how terrifying the world-splitting lock was.
The torture chair could lock the target, strip away their soul, amplify pain, and then slice them to pieces with real slashes.
Adjutant Gu Ming could even imagine Lin Mo screaming and begging for mercy on the torture chair.
But Commander Gu Yuan did not nod.
He raised his hand.
"Stop."
Adjutant Gu Ming was stunned.
"Commander?"
"It's a rare opportunity!"
Commander Gu Yuan glanced at him coldly.
"Stupid."
Adjutant Gu Ming stiffened.
Commander Gu Yuan reprimanded his subordinate.
"This villain has killed several of our tribe's fierce generals in a row, and his strength has long reached the peak of the third level of super-limits. How could he be stupid enough to walk into a trap?"
"There must be something strange when things are abnormal."
Adjutant Gu Ming opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.
Commander Gu Yuan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, his gaze pinning Lin Mo like a knife.
"He deliberately brought out the world-splitting lock."
"He deliberately enraged us."
"He just wants to force us to pour energy into it."
The bridge went quiet instantly.
Commander Gu Yuan ordered coldly:
"Pass the order to the whole fleet."
"Immediately cut off all source energy links with the world-splitting lock."
"No warship, no soldier is allowed to transmit even a bit of energy to that thing."
"The more he wants it, the less we can give."
The order was conveyed immediately.
All warships cut off their resonance channels in unison.
The purple patterns on the surface of the world-splitting lock, which were originally flickering, instantly dimmed.
Lin Mo, who had been full of anticipation for being sliced into a thousand pieces, saw his smile freeze on the spot.
Why did the power go out?
He sat up straight, his face visibly unhappy.
"No."
Lin Mo cursed toward the direction of the flagship.
"Are you sick in the head?"
"I've already set up the artifact for you, and you don't even know how to press the switch?"
Inside the flagship bridge.
Hearing the cursing on the public frequency, Commander Gu Yuan's eyes became even calmer.
As expected.
He had guessed right.
The opponent was anxious.
"A low-level provocation."
Commander Gu Yuan sneered.
"The Tali Tribe are not puppets to be manipulated."
"Want to trick me into falling for it?"
"In your dreams."
Lin Mo rubbed his hair irritably.
"Fine."
He looked up at the dense fleet, his tone gradually turning cold.
"Since you won't listen."
"Then I can only beat you until you listen."
As soon as these words were spoken.
Commander Gu Yuan laughed in anger upon hearing this, as if he had heard a huge joke.
"Arrogant!"
The commander slammed the control console, and the sound waves shook the bridge.
"Ignorant native!"
Commander Gu Yuan slammed his palm heavily onto the console.
The cold, hard metal surface dented directly.
His killing intent could no longer be suppressed.
"Activate the Mechanical Protocol!"
"mechanical god fusion!"
The order was instantly transmitted through the communication channels to the entire fleet.
The engines of the dark gold battleships roared, and the originally neat fleet formation immediately dispersed.
The outer protective shields were closed one after another.
The massive hulls began to fold, disassemble, and reorganize.
Metal skeletons interlocked.
Energy pipelines reconnected.
The loud noise of gears turning spread through the Boundary Sea, and even nearby floating meteorites were shattered into powder.
In the blink of an eye, ten behemoths stood in the depths of the star sea.
Their bodies were hundreds of millions of meters tall.
Their torsos were spliced together from heavy-duty aircraft carriers, their limbs were composed of cruiser groups, and the main gun barrel on their chests was as large as a mountain.
Each one was like a walking war world.
This was the Tali Tribe's civilization war machine that rampaged across the Boundary Sea.
Peak third-level super-limit — mechanical god.
Inside the command hall of the Star-Extinguisher, the breathing of all Tali Tribe generals became heavy.
This was their true confidence.
This was the capital that allowed the Tali Tribe to dare to swallow worlds.
Lin Mo looked up at the ten behemoths, his eyes slightly cold.
The next second.
The Law Avatar rose from within his body.
More than three thousand law flowers surrounded his body, and the giant dharma image spanned the void, forcefully pushing open the surrounding Boundary Sea storms.
Commander Gu Yuan looked at the main screen, a sneer finally appearing on his face.
"Lin Mo."
"You are very strong."
"But ten against one, what are you going to win with?"
He raised his hand, his voice icy.
"Fire!"
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